My boyfriend and I were living together and for some reason I couldn't, or thought I couldn't, stay.
I broke the news to him and although he said he understood I could tell he wasn't okay with it.
Circumstances changed suddenly and it was okay for me to stay and he and I could be together. I was so happy I couldn't wait to tell him!
We were living in some non-specific neon, brightly lit busy city and I went shopping to buy some new clothes for my new life. I returned to our home in high spirits.
However, when I told him the new developments, he wouldn't believe me!
He started throwing my belongings into my suitcase and saying that if I hadn't wanted to leave then I wouldn't have said it, and since I said it first it was 'obviously what I really wanted.'
I tried to tell him that that wasn't true, I only said it because I thought I had no choice, but ultimately all my pleas fell on deaf ears.
At some point he disappeared from the apartment and I found myself running through the city streets trying to find him, frantically trying to think of what he needed or wanted to hear from me to believe it was him I really wanted.
The dream then switched and I was living with a famous acting couple who had taken me in when I had nowhere else to go. They gave me acting jobs in their movies and having a new job and surroundings gave me a temporary distraction from the pain of being separated from my love. Plus, it meant I didn't have to go too far and put even more distance between us.
However, things took a dark turn for me when I found myself in a blacked out room and was expected to strip down naked in front of strangers. It was unclear whether I was a prostitute or a porn actress.
As I took the last article of clothing from my body I tried telling myself that this was 'just a job' and that everything would be okay.
Of course, I couldn't go through with it and just ran from the room. I didn't even stop to pick up any of my clothing, I just ran completely naked into the street.
I found myself wandering through the dark, empty back streets without a stitch of clothing on questioning how I went from living my dream life with the love of my life, to selling my body to strangers for money?
I wasn't cold; the air was humid and hot and it must have rained because the ground was covered in puddles.
I could make out a figure standing in the shadows a few feet away. It was my love; holding a blanket, which he wrapped around me.
I didn't ask him how he knew I was here, or why he had come; we just walked away together into the night, just grateful to be together again.
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